This is a song about "Spare"

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Into literates with their spare parts,

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Either take the 22 or you can spare your bitch,

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Wale they call me tiger stripes

When i'm making words, call 'em spare lines.

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Spare no expenses i'm a smart spender like a sams card

Sit your ass down in the chair, spare you life for a couple more seconds,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Not good enough for heaven, spare me "amen",